Have you lost your way? Do you look for familiar islands to set your feet upon, or are you brave and invent new ones to sail to? A self-sufficient melody is like a courageous sailor ...
In the upward skies on the way to the highest home, the sacred kingdom, home of the bl… where the clouds mark the boundari… of the air that is split into two…
Easter Sunday is the day to go to… in praise of a phenomenon of this… A heavy boulder at the entrance of… was lifted away to expose an empty… Someone had the strength to lift i…
Heated waters, arsenals of the Sw… gracious hosts for an up-and-comin… paradise for the hurricanes that c… are readying their speech to procl… Lazing upon the glassy troughs and…
For every ebb there is a flow. For every high there is a low. For every winter there is a summer… For every shooting star there’s a… For every seed planted there is a…
The Leaning Some of us walk forthright With a definite plan in our lives. Some of us wander and crawl With only today on our minds.
Weird Ed Off to the zoo we went today To see a dancing tsetse fly It didn’t dance, but started laugh… When it looked at Ed so weird
Aura of the north wind’s at home i… dancing and singing with nothing t… her hair disheveled and appearance… just blowing, roaming, and so to n… Her raggedy old field too wild and…
We are the result of meticulous pl… of the Universe in its primal form… from darkness into light and light… then ashes into Adam before he too… from the spirit into matter and ma…
The exhibition was set for the first day of summer. The local artists in the town had a chance to display their works. It was a splendid day, warm and sunny. It seemed like the clouds...
‘Twas after his exhausted paint brush bid farewell to its final caress upon the torrid canvas, that he stood amazed at the power that took over him and guided him through his work. Una...
Galleries aloft in the majestic sk… fire strewing through the perforat… doves spreading their colossal win… shooting fireballs from their elec… strafing artillery from the hallow…
The Perfect Game The spirit of the God’s was Pitching with me It gave me the strength I just let it be
Snow covered north side of Myers… but south side green grass in summ… as we drive on through the country… and the transition of the season u… A warming of the side that faces t…
What war? Isn’t war a way of gaining something that you don’t have by means of force? Shouldn’t it be fought by soldiers with the intent to kill other soldiers? Shouldn’t it be isol...